Wednesday, July 11, 2007

Field Sobriety


Well peeps, a couple of days ago, I got the dreaded call from my doctor. I had a checkup a couple of weeks prior and had a lot of routine bloodwork done. Since I have not been eating nicely, I assumed my cholesterol was up (which is a concern for me since I have heart issues -- the issue being I don't have one). Cholesterol was just fine (160 -- yea, me). Then they said my liver elevations were up. I had to wonder, what does this mean. They told me what it meant. NO ALCOHOL for three MONTHS and they would check it then. I think I was screaming in the phone "AT ALL?!?!?" The nurse had the audacity to LAUGH at me as she said yes. I said I might as well jump off a damn building since it will be about as enjoyable. Problem is, the cholesterol medicine has elevated the enzyme level and my "moderate"...ahem, enjoyment of the sauces seems to be taxing my liver. So now I have to go cold turkey for a little while. Not, I repeat, not happy. I do admit that the one mimosa, 2 screwdrivers at lunch and the five glasses of wine at dinner might have been a touch excessive, but things have been so stressful lately. But, I suppose I will have to do it. I made it one day successfully, 91 to go, but who's counting. On the other hand, I will loose weight and be especially pretty for all the boys out there...

On a happier note - I just got a plane ticket to New York to celebrate a dear friends 40th birthday (that's SO old). Absolutely CANNOT wait to go. New York is one of my true loves (although an expensive mistress) and I can't stand to be separated. Post more later...

1 comment:

Mike said...

That reminds me of last summer I was having problems breathing through my nose (which I've always had, but the problem has improved). I spent several days at the summer last year because of it. Every doctor I saw from the cardiologist, to my regular doctor, to the ear nose throat doctor, to the allergist ALL asked me each time I saw them if I drank and how much I drank because my heart rate was so high they were corrolating it with me being a heavy drinker at 19. It turns out the cardiologist just thinks I have a fast heart rate. The allergist said she wouldn't be surprised if I had a heart attack by the time I was 20; because of this she viewed me as a walking heart attack ready to happen. That was not reassuring and it still isn't.

The family joke now is that I'm a big drinker and all the family makes fun of me when we go to restaurants and so I look at the drink menu and tease that I want this or that. I can't wait until I really am 21.

Good luck cutting back! Time will go fast...

 

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